Once they were finished eating, Kerri picked up their plates and leaned down to give Brad a quick kiss before walking to the sink and beginning to run...the water to wash their dishes. Brad followed her with his eyes, loving the way her butt swayed as she walked. She was so damn hot. He closed his eyes, smiling. Kerri filled up the sink and looked over at him as she turned the water off. She began to wash the dishes and rinsed them off, setting them in the dish rack. His eyes were still closed. Her knickers were slightly stained but not as badly as usual and she had taken the precaution of stuffing a spare pair into her school bag. Meg was deep in thought when the call came to go straight to Mr Spencer’s office. Meg had hoped it would be after break as she was hoping to take a quick piss beforehand but it was to late for that . The green light was on as she knocked , paused a few seconds and walked in . “Sit down Meg” said Mr Spencer “ we need to have a discussion before I punish. " He glanced at Sergeant Fischer. "How?"Fischer looked to his left and then the right. "After she put three bullets in you, you fell." Fischer made his hand fall flat. "After that she put one in the blacksmith." He patted his thigh. "That made him angry. Without you there to save her, he threw one jab, a hook, and then an uppercut." Fischer mimicked the punches. "The AI calculated he hit her with over twice the force of what he had used on Corporal Diaz."Slipping the shirt on, Mead swung his. Bill, on the other hand, was hard in bed and E'veen was a taste treat.Eventually, they visited the pool where E'veen's modest bikini created a sensation. Covered where it counted, she was far more erotic than the near naked showgirls Revue. E'veen 'shaved, ' and that was wildly out of touch with even Vegas morals. Five feet two inches of green eyed redhead, she was much admired ... until the 2 inches shy of seven feet tall Bill scattered the romeos.One of the flock of sunbathing showgirls.